Staple Singers - Swing Low Sweet Chariot
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We've got to stop it
Stop the violence
That's enough, that's enough
So many dying, people crying
That's enough, that's enough
Ayo, I'm hailing from a city where the violence omits
The weak committing crimes, illegal money being spent
Don't need to watch the news, I'll predict the run down
Premonition came true, baby Lisa's gunned down
Tell me what's the reason for that, it's unheard of
Still hurting from the day when my cuz got murdered
It's gotta stop, someway, somehow
Too many disappointed angels falling down from the clouds
Politicians, police, all you government officials
Y'all need to tighten up your whistles and get a better game plan
Like the SEC, a beast on D, Nick Saban
So I'm sipping on this it got me picturing the world as a cartoon
Where every element is filled with color and love
And the only shots you hear with a bang is from the man up above
Juice
We've got to stop it
Stop the violence
That's enough, hey, that's enough
So many people dying, mothers crying
That's enough, hey, that's enough, hey
Are you really ready for a jail cell?
Are you ready to get denied, no bail?
Now you can't do the things that you used to do
Popping bars, blowing loud, false courage juice
Getting influenced by what you hear, what you see
But can't handle a case, trying to make a plea
To be in the game, you gotta pay a fee
Correctional facility or R.I.P
Think about the risk before you take a risk
I was the same person, you hear it when I spit
Killing, murders, now tell me what's the point
You still got a scuffle when you hit the joint
When you get jammed up, could you use your knuckles?
Try Angola, upstate trouble
The best gangster is the most silent
This ain't gangster, stop the violence
We've got to stop it
Stop the violence
That's enough, hey, that's enough
So many people dying, tired of mothers crying
Hey, that's enough, that's enough
We've got to stop it
Stop the violence
That's enough, hey, that's enough
So many people dying, people crying
That's enough, hey, that's enough, hey
Street dreams become momma's nightmares
Her prayers go up while her son's fall down
The sounds of her screams become deafening
She's left questioning, "Why my baby?"
Answer, "'Cause ain't no safety out here in these streets"
Last picture left in her memory is his feet
Hanging out of a white sheet, white T covered in red
Dead at the age of 17, never seen his potential
Body stenciled in blood, hopefully this draws our attention
To the continuous black-on-black lynchings
No longer hanging from trees, we're hanging from corners now
Dying for reps, swords we don't own, joining gangs
Everybody wants to feel they're a part of something, I understand
Most were abandoned by fathers
Life's harder to comprehend without a man to teach you
That's why it's our job as a community to reach you
You live for the quick rich, you die, that's the risk
Is it really worth taking or facing a life sentence?
Either way, living is over
True soldiers die for a cause, not just because
Stop the violence, rights